Blind

Stumbling east coast fingers run their way down the creases in her skirt. She leans back, mouth open, glasses sitting next to the bed. She doesn't taste like your last partner--for one, she's younger and not male, for two, she's unfaithful and unattractive. Maybe that's too harsh, everyone's loved by their mother. You knew that this is where you'd be, and your last distraction, the old cock near the beach, was nothing but a stopping point for you to be someone else for a bit. besides that, you needed a beard, an excuse to lay the turn of your sexuality on.